I Still Get Butterflies: Crushing on My Husband Every Day

 

I still crush on my husband. No, really—I do. Years into this journey, after bills, babies, and everything life has thrown our way, something about that man still makes my heart skip a beat. It’s not just love—it’s a schoolgirl kind of nervousness. Every time he walks into a room, my eyes follow. I sit up straighter. I smile harder. I get butterflies.

And not in a casual, “he’s cute” kind of way. I mean full-on, heart-fluttering, can’t-sit-still, teenage-style butterflies. Years into marriage, after the everydayness of life—laundry, bills, school drop-offs, and grown-up decisions—he still walks into a room and makes my heart skip a beat.

Sometimes, it’s at home. He’ll come around the corner, fresh from a shower or just dressed up for the day, and I suddenly forget what I was doing. 

People assume that kind of energy fades with time. That marriage is all routines and responsibilities. But I’ve found the opposite can be true if you nurture it. The more I learn about my husband, the deeper my admiration grows. The more I see his character, his strength, the way he provides and covers our family in love and prayer, and spoils me—the more I swoon. He doesn’t even have to say anything. Just the sound of his keys in the door, or the way he casually calls my name from another room, still does something to me.

And no, it’s not because everything’s perfect. We’ve had real-life arguments, miscommunications, moments we didn’t see eye to eye. But through it all, I’ve never stopped seeing him. I’ve never stopped being in awe of the man I married. He doesn’t have to perform or pretend to impress me—he just has to be him.

There’s something so powerful about still feeling that thrill for your own husband. It’s a reminder that love doesn’t have to get stale. That admiration doesn’t have to expire. That you can still be in love and in like with your spouse.

I pray he always knows this: I don’t just love you—I like you. I admire you. I watch you from across the room like I just met you. You still make my heart race. You’re still my favorite crush.

Marriage doesn’t mean the butterflies have to die. Sometimes, if you keep your heart tender and your eyes open, the butterflies only get stronger.

And I thank God, every day, that mine still do. 🦋